She took a steadying breath before exhaling.
He draped the leather strands over her shoulder then drew them down in a sensual caress.
The first fall against her buttocks felt like a light sting.
“Unclench your ass,” he told her.
“I’m trying.”
He stroked her back with his hand and the flogger’s strands.
“Let go. Surrender. Experience.” He stunned her by reaching between her legs to play with her still-damp pussy.
She bent her knees as much as she could, seeking. “More,” she begged, wanting him inside her. “Please.”
“You’ll get everything you want.”
He moved away and gave her the first hit that hurt.
She stiffened. Then, remembering his coaching, she forced out a breath.
Another strike fell, followed by several more, one after another.
Her dreams had not come close to the thrill of reality. The leather was wicked and sensuous, all at the same time. It burned, stung, and when the sensations receded, she was left with an unfulfilled need crawling through her. She was turned on, horny, desperate.
Her nipples hardened, throbbing.
He went on and on, the tips of the strands landing on her buttocks and thighs, her back, hitting every place at once, in dull, biting thuds.
“Breathe,” he coached her. “Surrender.”
She did, giving up the struggle, willing her muscles to soften.
He then flogged her in earnest, back and forth, crisscrossing her body, blazing trails of sensation.
Jennifer’s entire being rose to another level of awareness. Her temperature spiked, and she began to perspire. Her muscles and sinews were supple. As he’d suggested, she allowed the restraints to be a saving grace, and she curled her hands around them for extra support.
Then, as if intuitively reading her mind, Logan increased the pressure.
He hit her ass so hard the wind seemed to be knocked out of her. Jennifer’s pussy got wetter, stunning her. The clamps bit deeper.
“You’re behaving perfectly.”
She wasn’t sure whether she was or she wasn’t. All she knew was she hoped he wouldn’t stop.
For long minutes, he flogged her, his motions rhythmic. A light, glancing blow made her sigh. Then he caught her beneath her buttocks with a sharp upward swing, and she screamed.
“That’s it, on your toes.”
His constant hits made her squirm. Then they became worse. “Oh God.” She wasn’t sure whether she said it out loud or whether it echoed in her head.
Relentlessly, he continued. His next few dozen hits seared her. Yellow raced through her mind, but before she could form it, he changed his pattern, striking her with gentle smacks. This was more of a dance. Then…all of her thoughts ceased.
Her eyes were closed, but she saw twinkling lights, so blue they appeared white.
She stopped struggling, with him, the process, herself. Until that moment, she hadn’t realized what he’d meant when he’d told her to do that, but now she did. There was no conflict, just a calm acceptance, then an expectation, a welcoming.
She heard the faint sound of a bell ringing, then the sound of chants, soft, then louder. She seemed to be floating, between somewhere and nowhere at all.
Every part of her body vibrated, and she’d never been needier.
It took her a long while to realize that the flogging had stopped, and that he’d already released her right wrist. He was rubbing it when she opened her eyes.
“Easy. Take it easy.”
If I can move at all.
His body was pressed tight against hers, and the denim of his jeans scratched against her skin. And for the first time, she inhaled the scent of him—the crispness of a winter night, the undeniable appeal of masculine strength.
Earlier, his size and shadowed past had unnerved her. Now it gave her a sense of peace, made her feel protected.
With deft motions, he unfastened her left wrist and rubbed the chafed skin. That he was capable of such tenderness astounded her.
“Let me look at you.”
She hadn’t realized he’d unfastened her ankles.
He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him.
“I’m going to remove the nipple clamps,” he said. “Fair warning. It will hurt.”
He removed the first one, and a sharp sting pierced her. But he closed his mouth around the abused tip and sucked on it until pleasure replaced pain.
She drew a breath before he took off the second.
After he was done, he helped her over to a bench. She sat while he turned down the volume of the music.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
Incomplete. Somewhat bereft. Unsure how to explain those emotions, she wrapped her arms around herself. “Earlier, you said we might have sex…”
“And…?” He stood in front of her. His eyes, a darker jade than they had been earlier, banked with intensity, devoured her.
She reached inside for the confidence to ask for what she wanted, the courage to be herself. “I’d like you to fuck me, Master Logan.”
Logan crouched in front of her and framed her face between his palms. There was a hesitation in her voice that gave him pause. “Do you want to think about it? Wait until you’re a little steadier?”
Dead-on, she met his gaze. “No.”
“You were pretty far gone.”
“I want sex, Sir.”
He liked to give his subs what they wanted after a scene, from snuggling to a long conversation, even sharing a hot bath. One submissive had stunned him by wanting to go for a run, but this…? With a woman he barely knew and hadn’t been able to stop thinking about?
“I need you inside me. I…”
He waited.
She exhaled shakily. “I want the connection.”
“I’ll give you anything you desire, Jennifer. It doesn’t have to be through sex,” he told her.
“Do you have condoms with you?” Her voice showed her exasperation.
The woman was in complete control of her faculties. “Yes. I have condoms.”
“Then get one.”
A grin pulled at his mouth. “Get one?”
“That wasn’t very submissive, was it? What I meant was, get one, Master Logan.”
Her playfulness revealed another side of her personality. The more he saw, the more he liked. “You do have a few things to learn.”
“Please,” she added.
“Much, much better, sub.” Since he’d first touched her, he’d wanted to fuck her. Flogging her had only driven up his need. “Upstairs. In one of the bedrooms.” Where he could pin her down and drive into her.
“I’d prefer to do it here.”
He was astounded by how wide her blue eyes were. “Here?”
“Now.”
“You have something in mind?” He was intrigued.
A Muse song filtered through the play area, all but encouraging sex.
“I do.”
“In that case…” He released his hold on her face then stood.
She shrugged off the unfastened bra, dropped it on the nearby pile of clothes then rolled her shoulders back. Her invitation was blatant and appreciated.
Logan pulled out his wallet and extracted a condom.
She held out a hand.
Quirking an eyebrow, he tossed it toward her. Without breaking the bond of their gazes, she caught it and closed her hand.
Yeah. It had been a long fucking time since he’d been captivated so powerfully. Though he’d never admit it to her, this woman had the potential to lead him around by the dick.
He bent to remove his boots, but she stopped him.
“May I?”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Certainly, little sub.”
She gracefully slid off the bench then knelt, spreading her legs to make room for his foot.
“This would be better if you’d taken off the underwear,” he said.
“Spoken
like a typical man.”
“Ouch,” he replied.
Jennifer removed each of his boots in turn. He couldn’t remember if his ex-girlfriend, Helen, had ever performed such an intimate act for him. He enjoyed the purity of Jennifer’s little act of service.
She knelt up and shuddered as he tugged his belt from its loops. “Do you want to feel this on your ass?” he asked.
“I’d never thought about it before. But suddenly I’m fascinated.”
That made two of them. The idea of her being over his knee, scrabbling for purchase while he spanked her, made his cock throb.
He removed his shirt, and she accepted it, maintaining eye contact as she placed it on the bench next to her. Then he unzipped his pants.
“Commando?” she asked.
“Always.”
Her eyes widened when he dropped his jeans and she looked at his erect dick. “Is it because you can’t find anything to fit over that thing, Sir?”
He grinned at her humor.
As if mesmerized, she continued to stare.
“The fit will be fine. Just fine.”
“Can I have your word on that?”
He finished undressing and said, “Put the condom on me.”
With deliberation, she ripped open the package. But instead of rolling the latex down his cock, she stood and wiggled out of her panties.
Seeing her there, small, naked, vulnerable, made his protective instincts blaze. He wanted to possess her and never let her go.
He raised a finger, indicating she wait while he swept his gaze over her, from her full breasts to the tormented nipples that still bore marks from his clamps, to the gentle swell of her belly, the curve of her hips, her neatly trimmed pussy. “You’re beautiful, Jennifer.”
She grinned. “You are too, Master Logan.”
“Cheeky wench.”
Without being instructed, she slid to her knees and reached for him.
She cupped his testicles in her left hand and stroked his shaft with the other. At first she used long, sweeping motions, then began to use shorter, faster ones.
“The condom.” He put his hand on hers, stilling her. “Now.”
“Yes, Master Logan.” Her tone was proper. The way she glanced up at him was anything but.
Defiant, disobedient, she licked a drop of pre-ejaculate from the tip of his swollen dick, then touched her tongue to her upper lip.
“Jennifer,” he warned. “Unless you want to be put back on the cross to experience my wrath…”
She lowered her head so he couldn’t see the expression in her eyes, but he could guess that there was devilment in them. “There might be a spanking in your future,” he vowed.
“Yes, Sir. Anything you say, Master Logan.”
Her grip sure and confident—and fucking arousing—she placed the condom on his cockhead, then rolled the latex down into place.
Meeting his gaze through that impossibly long fringe of lashes, she stroked.
“No.” His hand on hers, he stopped her.
“But—”
“Last warning, Jennifer.” He sat and pulled her into his lap facing him.
She landed with a whoosh of breath and a sensual laugh.
This woman… Everything about her responsive body appealed to him. “Lift yourself a bit.”
“Anything you say, Sir.”
This time, there was no hint of a tease, just pure, unhesitant response.
After wrapping her arms around his neck, she rose onto the balls of her feet while he guided his cock toward her damp pussy.
“I want you, Master Logan,” she whispered into his ear. She lowered herself, taking the tip before rising again.
He put his hands on her waist, supporting her, letting her set the pace.
With each stroke, she slowly took his shaft deeper, until he was balls-deep in her.
“Damn.” She buried her head against his shoulder.
“Okay?”
“Give me a second.”
He stroked her spine, her shoulders, then pinched her bottom.
With a yelp, she arched away from him. “Sir!”
Logan dug a hand into her short, spiky, sexy hair and pulled her head back. Her eyes widened, and the flames of arousal caused spikes of gold in her blue eyes. Then, his motions slow and deliberate, he leaned forward and captured her mouth.
She opened for him, and he accepted her silent invitation.
Their tongues met, and he tasted the headiness of champagne—the seductive sweetness of her surrender.
As he claimed her, devoured her, she moaned a little and pressed herself against him.
It ignited his desire.
Logan raised his knees, adjusting her balance, pitching her toward him, allowing him to explore her more and drive his cock deeper into her hot cunt.
She murmured something he couldn’t make out. Maybe yes. Maybe more. But there was no mistaking the way she clung to him, rocking back and forth, in a silent invitation for him to fill her pussy.
Reluctantly, he ended the kiss and traced a series of smaller ones across her shoulder.
“Fill me,” she said.
He dug his fingers into her ass, making sure she knew she was his.
Her sigh told him she understood.
Logan pistoned his hips, fucking her with short, fast motions. Everything he gave, she took hungrily, asking for more.
Her breathing changed and her skin heated.
“I need…”
“Wait,” he said. Her pussy muscles clenched around him, urging him precariously close to an orgasm.
“I don’t want to,” she protested, angling forward.
He tightened his grip.
“Master Logan.” Her words were desperate, a plea. Something he’d never be able to deny her.
He lifted her, then said, “Now.” He thrust his hips, surging up into her, seeking her G-spot.
She cried out. Screaming his name, she gripped him tight as she came.
He held back for another few seconds, the denial uncomfortable and exhilarating as she writhed on his cock.
When her body went slack, he protectively crushed her against him, a hand in the middle of her back as she gulped for air.
“That…” She exhaled. “Mmm…”
He grinned. “Satisfied, little sub?”
In response, she kissed the side of his neck.
“We’re not done,” he said.
“I was hoping we weren’t.”
He adjusted their position slightly, and she dug her toes into the floor to lift herself a few inches. She curled her hands around his shoulders while he pounded into her.
Her cunt was wet, tight. All of a sudden, he was questioning the sanity of avoiding a relationship for so long.
He went deep, impaling her.
“Fuck.” She groaned. “I like the way you do me, Sir.”
It wasn’t just any woman he’d missed, he realized. It was a woman like her, one who was willing to ask for what she wanted, willing to take it.
Logan’s balls drew up. Waiting was exquisite torture.
“Yes,” she said.
He gave a final thrust, pulling her down, making her take all of him. She cried out and leaned back, enough for him to reach one of her nipples and tweak it.
“Sir!” She clenched her ass cheeks, and the motion drove his orgasm.
He ejaculated in spurts that made him shudder and squeeze her tight.
“That, Sir, hit a few of my fantasy buttons,” she said when he opened his eyes to see her looking at him with a smile.
“We’ve got all night,” he said. “Let’s see if we can push a few more.”
Chapter Five
The idea was enough to make her dizzy.
Being with Logan had been everything she could have imagined, and oh, so much more.
Jennifer accepted his help as she stood. She swayed to one side, and he immediately put his hands on her waist.
“Do you need to sit?”
“No.” She
shook her head. “I just stood too fast.” But it wasn’t only that. Her mind was swimming from everything she’d just experienced.
When she’d attended the BDSM movie with the Carpe Diem Divas, she’d fantasized about what it would be like to be under the control of a powerful man who would guide and support her.
Brett had been okay in bed, enough to get her off, but there had been no adventure. Often the lights had been off or, at the very least, dim. Most times, they’d even done it beneath the sheets. He had never been as direct as Master Logan, never studied her the way he did, never pushed her beyond her comfort level into new levels of awareness and arousal. This was everything she imagined sex could be. And damn, she liked it.
“Better?” Logan asked, looking at her through narrowed eyes.
She pushed back the unruly lock of hair from her forehead and nodded.
He quirked an eyebrow.
“I mean, I’m fine. Thank you, Sir.” Part of her was thrilled by his insistence on formality. He was right. It kept the outside world separate from what they were sharing. To her, that made this more intimate.
She expected him to release his grip, but he didn’t right away. For the moment, it was nice to feel protected.
He studied her face, as if reassuring himself, before saying, “Let’s get you upstairs and maybe into a shower.”
She nodded.
When he released her, she reached for her underwear.
“You won’t be needing any of that until tomorrow.”
Freezing, she looked at him. “You want me naked?”
“Unless otherwise instructed. Yes.” He stood.
Until now, she hadn’t noticed how much he towered over her. Taking off her shoes and facing him made her cognizant of his size, strength and irresistible domination. He stole her breath.
“But you are welcome to take your belongings upstairs. My things as well.” He disposed of the condom. Even without an erection, he had an impressive cock.
As if on cue, she became aware of a tingling between her legs that told her she’d be sore tomorrow. She grinned, unable to remember the last time that had happened, if it ever had. In her experience, no other man was his equal.
Logan straightened up the play area, removing his cuffs from the cross and dropping them into the bag. Then he returned to the metal tower and picked up the wicked clamps. “How were they?” he asked.
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